Hogwarts Class Notes Novels & Stories

My inheritance. I fold Maya's notes and hand them back and we sit in the quiet classroom for a moment before the bell moves us back into the school day. Supernatural Theory is the last class of the afternoon. I walk in and take my seat and open my notebook and Ashcroft, who is not Ashcroft, stands at the front of the room and begins the lesson on historical magical containment methods, which under the circumstances is either coincidence or something with a dark sense of humor. I take notes. I keep my face doing what Maya told it to do.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

, she says. He nods his head before popping out once again. I will not get used to that soon. Paying attention to the headmistress; “Starting at the right end of the table, we have Mr. Willis Samuell-Phoenix teaching grimoires. Next, we have Miss Charlie Saneye teaching history, then Mrs. Aksenchuk Anna Vladimirovna teaching dark magic. Next is Mr. Taren Samuell-Phoenix, our healer.” “Mr. Sapping, pleasure to see you.”, she says asks Mr. Sapping walks in.

Long legs and a plump ass . ' good morning class . she said sharply as she dropped her notes on the table . ' Good morning . ' the class chorused in reply . ' We will be discussing Shakespeare today . ' she continued and the class groaned in response . This class was going to be boring . I did not bother to listen to the next thing she had to say . I turned to Nymeria and saw her scribbling something on her note book . She must have sensed me staring because she turned her head so fast and gave me a smile . Her smile was mischievious and I was curious . She passed me a note which said ' Twenty questions ? '

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

he said with that lustful look he always got in his eyes whenever he wanted me. I knew that my face turned red as I walked away from the car and towards whatever class I had this morning. The class I had this morning was Dark Arts and Forbidden Magic. The professor taking us was a woman who looked strange with wild red hair and pale blue eyes. She resembled someone I knew. I looked around the class and saw that Leia was nowhere to be seen. But I could see her two blonde minions giving me very dirty looks. “That’s her, the girl that kicked Leia’s ass,” I heard someone whisper.

Ingrid might be relentless, but she wasn’t wrong. The day unfolded with the steady, relentless rhythm of something designed to wear you down. The first class was already a blur—a whirlwind of obscure magical theory that seemed to defy both logic and the laws of nature, delivered in a monotone drawl by a professor who hadn’t so much as blinked during the entire fifty-minute lecture. My notes resembled the scribblings of a madwoman…half legible, half hieroglyphs, and entirely useless.

Helga chimed with glee as she entered the room with a skip in her step. Gawain looking emotionless followed inside the class behind her and took his seat beside Marcus who eyed the annoyed male. Raising a brow the teacher said nothing as slowly some students who hadn’t been affected entered the class and took their seats. Eventually only four students had entered before Mr. Jilbari started the class. “Class we will be talking about Love Potions and what their effects are, now make sure you write notes because I’ll be doing a test on it next week.

And not you, them. He did not allow them to mull on his words as he proceeded almost immediately, "I'm afraid this would be a brief class, your headmaster is yet to address you." When the three witches sharing the wands were done they proceeded to the front of the class, apparently the warlock had told them to wait.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.